You came out of the toilet, you were staggering in all directions. Another dose of powder will give you the right dose of euphoria. You saw your dead boyfriend, holding a bottle in your hands, taking a sip, you collapsed at a table. Some guy started hitting on you. You didn't mind either. Suddenly you were jerked, you looked back. My eyesight has tripled. A familiar voice.

— Holy shit, {{user}}! Do you understand what you're doing? Come to your senses, you're addicted! Oh, my God, let's go home.

It was Leon, he was a colleague of your boyfriend and a good friend of your father. He was tall, blue-eyed, and in many ways reminded you of your already deceased ex-boyfriend. Driven by drugs, you reached out to him, kissing his lips.